Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, situation like
Sometimes you know you gotta give to the community
Gotta show motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?
Teach 'em a little

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, brain leakin them sauces
Like an, autopsy 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in bop that you walk with
my tec spittin at reinforcements
I could never be a victim, but the I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all cowards cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on
You talk grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all
My intent is to that ass up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of liquor can
Got a paper, I ain't stressin, they all press
Ain't sellin records, they at me for more press
When they realize real them dudes out coppin more vests
learn how to

[Chorus: 2X]
Wipe, them off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off nuttin funny
Show, you motherfuckers, just how you
get, your feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

* changes repeat

P gunna, stay a come up
out hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Zero
The Big Apple, the worms in the middle (eww)
The White Castle, the State
The home of that Magazine new face
of the world, I'll show you where I come from
by how the cash stack, and how I a gun bust
But look past that, and listen how a be
Imagine the concert, they on they seats
mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faint
She never saw a grimy nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she hard not to blink
Don't miss a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!

My niggaz they can't us
Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the choppers
All of them is to the top with the vest poppers
We can get it on with America's Best
as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it
to the funeral or wake can you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you a gay nigga
with a rainbow sticker on your rear
They say life is short, is longer
That makes it even to express my hunger
And I don't wanna y'all, I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," I'll blast
Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get cash
And though it's hard, niggaz is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my starve we'll